New White Snake Asking Immortals

A **** from the Pan family sat at the door and scolded and scratched at the lice, and saw a fire burning in the mountains.

"It's wicked, which **** is ignorant at night."

Another quiet rainy night.

Bai Yu overlooked one thing. In the past, when the national fortune was prosperous, no powerful evils would be born, and even if they were born, there would be a cultivation world to solve their own problems according to the rules. , during the gap period, the evil things secretly grow and grow, and when the world melee will usher in a rare opportunity to increase its strength again.

There are monsters guarding the territory of the Southern Wilderness, and there will be no evil things, and the riddled Central Plains has become a breeding ground for evil things...

The growth rate of the cultivation of evil things is indirectly related to the stability of the world. When the world is peaceful and there is no slaughter and death, the cultivation is difficult and slow. If there is continuous war, **** suffocation and resentment will be generated to supply evil things to practice. After a few days, monsters can be spawned. After all, demons don’t need to worry about their mood or their luck in their cultivation. They can simply gather energy.

In the distance, someone in the dilapidated Pan Mansion did this.

The flames burnt the documents full of Lianwen to ashes, and the courtyard is full of evil winds.

The gloomy wind blew, the offering table full of tribute disappeared, and the white-haired young cultivator standing by the side with a sword hummed and turned away, seemingly disgusted by what happened in the courtyard.

After the paper money was burned, the ashes floated up and condensed into a hideous grimace...

"What's the matter with the old man..."

His tone was so gloomy that he gave me goosebumps~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The old man in the courtyard smiled and saluted.

"Please help the ghost king to find someone. After the completion of the matter, there will be a heavy thank you, and the ghost king will also be asked to help."

"I want five hundred boys and girls as tribute."

The old man frowned, five hundred boys and girls are too many, and now there are so many children in the wild, where to find so many children, he should be trying to bargain, hehe, nonsense.

Outside the door, the white-haired young man gritted his teeth and left.

"One hundred boys and girls."

"three hundred!"

"One hundred and fifty, if there are more, I will find another ghost king."

"Humph! Deal!"

"This is his clothing, find him, I want to live."